In the turning of the seasons, in life and death

[motherfucking_ghost]

WHO: Church, Malcolm, Rachette, YOU
WHAT: Present timeline catch-all
WHEN: Guardian /wiggly hand
WHERE: Up down all around Skyhold
NOTES: Nab me on plurk if you want a specific starter

Church is starting to spend a lot more time in the tavern than he ever did before. Sometimes he's just hanging around, taking some notes. Sometimes he's cleaning up tables with a rag. Sometimes you can actually see him in the back doing what may or may not be actual work. Crazy! He's also spending quite a bit of time around the stables, trying really hard not to look intimidated by the steeds, learning to put on saddles, and you may even see him up on one. This is madness. This is Skyhold.

Rachette does a lot of training, whether it's with her blades, doing her best to cut up a dummy, or doing sick backflips off walls or generally trying to get her parkour on, or at a table with a bunch of scrap fiddling with traps. She's also fond of going out hunting. You can perhaps find her debating with a merchant about the price of turning a rabbit pelt into a pair of gloves or a nice hat. She sometimes hangs nearby classes without trying to look like she's actually sitting in. Learning but not like...being a nerd okay shut up who likes learning not her.

Malcolm hovers around the healer tents more than he ever usually does, either visiting those injured or getting injuries checked up on. He also seems to be making a point of starting to see if there's anything he can do to help despite not being a healer. His training has more to do with keeping the skills he does have sharp, whether through archery (where he has an interesting new bow that hasn't made an appearance yet), or working out, or sparring. He's willing to give advice to people that seek it. And as ever, there's always some point where he can be seen around the kennels or otherwise being with is poodle companion Milady, playing, training, being at least mildly adorable.

Comments

[tactical_alert]

Corvo! Can joke! Get those smelling salts at the ready, folks. "One can only begin to hope to leave behind a pretty corpse when they die. Maker knows, with my luck, there won't be much to recognize me by whenever I go out." Is it weird to make a joke like that? It's not to him, but his brand of humour can be very dark.

Malcolm nods, appreciation at the small wounds and what he did to get them. "My leather was enough to keep arrowheads from getting stuck all the way into my arm, though not enough to keep them from biting all the same. You're very skilled in both, though, the sword and the magic. Most mages only bother with magic and not with a weapon save for their staff."

In some ways, there are other forms of magic that are not called such. Seeker and Templar abilities are gifts, but magic, no, no one would ever call it that. Malcolm's gallows humour smile quirks up further. "The Outsider's luck? He has some uncanny magical skills on his side, but luck, I wouldn't go so far as that. So you two...come from the same world, then. I imagine he was even stranger there."